His Little Butterfly : by © Hamilton Joyce MMf rape. 'I'm going to bed Dad.' 'Early, Tina?' 'I'm tired, Dad.' 'Well sleep tight, My Little Butterfly. I'm playing poker online. I'll be late I reckon. Sleep tight.' She offered her cheek for the usual goodnight peck. Charley McGrath returned to his computer. Since his wife had left him nearly a year ago he'd found consolation in cybersex, though he always pretended to his daughter he was just gambling, 'low stakes.' As the months passed he was getting more and more obsessed, spending most of his free hours surfing, and finding more and more interesting contacts and places to go. Tina knew he would be at his PC until the early hours of the morning! And Tina did not go to bed. Instead she had a quick shower and sorted out her sexiest gear: her new pastel blue trainer bra and thong, her skimpy white, tight top, and a micro mini: her nicest white court shoes. It would have been nice to leave her bra off, but that would be a bit obvious. It was their first date, and she would let him touch her breasts, but she mustn't seem too easy! She would have liked to wear stockings, but it was still too warm for that. The girls said that boys loved to feel that soft bit above the stocking tops. Tracy said it sends them wild. Oh well, never mind. An afterthought, she clasped her new necklace round her neck, slipping it under her blonde shoulder-length hair. Daddy had given it to her for her twelfth birthday last week. It had a little gold butterfly on it. His name for her, 'my little butterfly'. She slipped the matching gold bangle over her wrist. It had the same image engraved on it, and had been her eleventh birthday present. She checked her mobile. There was nothing since the text messages that Saturday morning, asking her for a date in the evening. Thomas had walked her home from school Wednesday, Thursday and Friday afternoons. He was two years older than her, and an athlete as well as being very handsome. She thought he looked so sexy with his wavy black hair and his broad shoulders and tiny bum. He seemed a bit shy, which was nice. He had texted her each morning saying how much he liked her, how pretty she was, and all that. And she had reciprocated. For three nights she had masturbated imagining him kissing and caressing her. It was nicer than her usual fantasies of Hugh Grant. Sometimes she fantasised about a make-believe guy who was a sort of mix of Mr Busby the science teacher and her own Daddy, which worked quicker than Hugh Grant. But Thomas was even nicer! She looked again at the last two text messages. The one asking her for a date. And the next, after she had replied, saying they'd meet just outside the gates of the school sports field. She knew her Dad would never agree. So she would just sneak out, leaving a pillow in her bed in case he looked in before he went to sleep. She was excited. She'd never had a date before, and Thomas was very handsome, as well as it would make her the envy of all the girls when she allowed the fact to 'slip out by accident.' She knew he would kiss her. That's why he wanted to meet in the playing field! She hoped he would feel her breasts, and wondered if he would want to caress her 'down there'. She decided that if he did she would feel him too. She used the lipstick and some perfume her mother had left behind when she ran away with the waiter man. She looked in the mirror, and liked what she saw. Slipping her house key into a little bag, she let herself out silently. Round the corner, out of her street, she checked her phone. No message. So she texted Thomas. 'I'm on my way. Be there in 10.' The reply was instant. 'I'm here already, Tina. You'll see a white transit van about 50 yards into the field by the side gate. It's been there all evening. I'm by that, xxxx'. It was dark, no moon. The street lights ran out near the back of the playing fields. The school had no lights at all: everyone had gone home for the weekend. It was still and completely silent. An urban fox startled her, running a foot or two in front. She was nervous, but it would be all right with Thomas. She knew he was there so they could kiss and cuddle with no-one interrupting. She felt her body waking up 'down there' with a tingling feeling. She would have liked to touch herself, but not here! She walked quicker, feeling her tight little thong rubbing nicely against her aroused clitoris. At the gate, it was black as midnight, and absolutely still. They were about half a mile from the housing estate here, and at least a hundred yards from the road. The school was silent. She had been petrified, creeping along the un-made and rutted track. Thank goodness it wasn't muddy today! She would have liked to run, but had to be careful not to stumble in her new shoes. Why hadn't he met her at the main gate? Why here, at the side? And there was no sign of him. She texted. 'I'm here. I can't see you.' 'Can you see a white van? I'm there.' She peered. There was a shape. And it was a van. She ran over the grass, so relieved. 'Thomas?' She was seized from behind, a hand over her mouth. She struggled and bit it. She tried to cry out, but the hand stayed firm over her face. 'Fuck! The bitch bit me!' 'Show her the knife.' A torch was shone in her face, lighting her, but momentarily blinding her. The hand was still over her mouth, but now she saw a shiny blade, pointed in front of her face. She felt a prick on her throat. A third hand was over her left breast now, gripping it hard, painfully. Then a hand was up under her skirt, gripping her thigh. 'Shut up. No noise. Or I'll slit your throat.' She froze. 'That's better!' She was lifted roughly, clumsily off the ground. The hand on her breast hurt her as it took her weight. The hand up her skirt slipped, and was holding her by her crotch. Someone had opened the van doors. She was lifted higher and thrown in, landing on her back. The floor was soft, like a mattress. 'Let's see what we've caught.' She heard the doors shut, and then there was a dim light from the corner of the scruffy van. The man with the knife was tall and stocky and had long, lank yellow hair. He had stubble on his face. His blue denim jeans and sweatshirt looked greasy. The other man was smaller, short, slender, better dressed in shirt and tie and looked cleaner. He was clean-shaven and had a small moustache. If anything he looked even nastier than the giant man. 'Wowee, lookee this. What a catch! She's a looker all right!' The two men stood over her as she lay on a grubby, sprung mattress. They were too close, menacing, and gloating over her. She was too scared even to weep. A camera flash went off. The smaller man held the knife now, and a camera, while the giant knelt beside her. 'Let's have a clearer look!' She found her tongue as he pulled her top out of her skirt waist. 'Please don't! Where's Thomas? Let me go.' The monster took no notice and pulled her top up over her head. It caught on her necklace a moment, but then she lay there in her bra. He stroked her satin-y bra a moment and she felt her nipples harden involuntarily. Then he pulled at it. It had an easy clasp, and was soon off. 'Now that's very nice, darling. Look at that, Jonas. Did you ever see a nicer pair of teen tits. I love them small and round like that, puffy teeny nipples. Firm, too. Firm, round, teenage tits. Lovely!' He was squeezing and pressing them, almost to the point of pain. 'You're an old lecher, Murdo.' The man called Murdo had taken his t-shirt off and was undoing the belt on his jeans. 'Aren't I just? You can scream if you like, darling. No-one can hear you once you're in here.' Another camera flash. 'Very tasty, you dirty old man.' He watched as his partner, naked now, squeezed, palmed, fingered those pubescent mounds, rounded and white with their rosy tips. 'Let's see the rest. Strip her.' 'No! Please! Please! What have you done with Thomas?' The two laughed. It had been a stroke of good fortune Jonas finding the mobile on that bus. It must have slipped out of the boy-friend's pocket. They had read the stored messages, and realised they could get this young girl to come to them, avoiding the hassle and risk of having to hunt round some town or other for their fun, which is what usually happened. They always reckoned it was the risky bit, cruising around and being seen in their van, before finding some 'teen meat' to capture and rape. And some Saturdays they would go all evening before finding a suitable victim. And sometimes they had to settle for an ugly little bit, or even for a boy (which suited Jonas, but not so much Murdo). And just occasionally they drew a complete blank. All it needed was a couple of text messages Saturday morning and she was hooked! Her skirt had a Velcro fixing and was simple to remove. It just tore into a strip of thin denim, which was thrown into the corner with her top and bra. One shoe had come off when she had been thrown into the van. 'Lovely flat belly. Put your hand down her panties, Murdo, and I'll take a pic of you groping her.' His hairy paw slipped inside the waistband, and made a bulge at her crotch as he felt her. 'Dry, Jonas. Dry. But a very nice little fuzz here at the top. His hand was grasping the whole of her cunt, his finger between her dry cunt-lips.' He pulled the pastel blue thong down and it joined the rest of her clothes, flung in the corner. The other shoe, too, and she was naked except for her white cotton socks. Jonas was undressing now. He stood over her, his cock hard. It looked arrogant and male, jutting out like that from a bush of black hair. Murdo's cock was frightening to her. It must have been twice as big as his companion's, angry and red, with great veins running down it, like some creeper in the jungle, she thought. His pubes and belly were covered with flaming ginger hair. Like some horrible ape, she thought. 'Now ain't that sweet. Look at that. What a pretty little cunt. Just a little blonde hair here.' He ran his hand down her belly to the fringe of blonde fluffy hair. 'None here at all.' His hand now was on her naked cunt-lips, smoothing them and then pulling them apart. 'None here, of course.' He reached under her, and his finger inspected her arsehole. Roughly, he pulled her legs apart, and was between them. She felt the stubble of his chin on the tender flesh of her thighs. Then his mouth was on her cunt. She had never even heard of such a thing. What was he doing? 'Please, no. What ..?' Murdo and Jonas were serial rapists, but Murdo in particular took a pleasure in adding the humiliation of making his victims enjoy it. He was sucking, licking, nibbling at her clit. Despite herself, she began to feel pleasure. Her body was betraying her. She could not stop enjoying it. There was another camera flash, and then she felt Jonas' lips on her nipple, slobbering and sucking at her breast. His moustache added to the sensation. It was as if an invisible cord connected her nipples to her clit, a hidden pathway of pleasure. Jonas felt her nipples harden again under his tongue like two hazel nuts. The tongue worked at her, sometimes slipping into her vagina, but mostly weaving a figure of eight around her clit. She couldn't help it. She was going to come. Silent, but with panting breasts, and little heaves of her belly she came. A camera flash caught her passion, and the picture would later show her holding Murdo's lank-haired head as she came, pressing it onto her eager clitoris. Didn't look like an assault, at least in the resulting pic! 'She's yours, Jonas. Nice and juicy for you.' She was lucky it was Jonas who would take her virginity. The Saturday before, in a Northern town, it had been Murdo, and the little Asian girl had certainly not enjoyed it! They always took it in turns. This was Jonas' week. He replaced Murdo between the girl's legs, but it was his cock closest to her cunt, not his lips. 'Hold on a minute. Yes like that. Open her with your thumb and finger, and just rest the knob in her crack. Yes! That's it.' The camera flashed. 'You a virgin, darling?' 'Yes. I never .. Please. Please don't …' 'You're lucky. Jonas here has popped a lot of cherries. Knows what he's doing, does Jonas. You hear that, Jonas, another cherry for you. Now let me get back while you take her. Get the whole pic.' 'Nooooo!' How often in the history of man has that virgin cry been heard? So futile when the cock is actually penetrating! Holding her shoulders down, he was pushing; his cock had entered perhaps an inch. The camera flashed. 'She's tight, Murdo. Juicy but tight. Ah! There it goes.' His cock slipped further in, till his belly rested on hers. Another flash. The scream was of pain. Another 'cherry popped'. 'Yell as much as you want. There's no-one within half a mile. And if anyone hears they'll just think its kids mucking about. You and your Tom perhaps? They'll just think he's stuck his finger up you, little darling.' Murdo had laid the camera down and was kneeling beside the couple, reaching to feel her tits. 'Hey they're good, Jonas. Firm, and look at those nips. Ever see nicer rosy virgin nips?' As his partner in crime fucked her, he sucked and licked those nipples, squeezing and caressing the breasts he had so admired. Her humiliation was complete now. The pain had gone, and was being replaced by a tremendous feeling of pleasure. This was like her nightly orgasms as she played with her clit in her lonely bed, but so much more intense. He rode up an inch or so higher on her, and now his cock was raking its length down her clit with every down-thrust, and the pleasure just grew and grew. Her nipples, she knew, were swollen with lust as the other sucked them. She knew she was going to come, and she could not stop herself. With a little cry she announced her orgasm. Jonas had been waiting for this. Murdo did not give a toss really, but Jonas took a pride in making his victims come: he felt he had possession of their souls as well as their bodies if they surrendered totally to him. So, as she came, so he pumped his spunk into her, emptying his balls into that tight, juicy cunt. ……………………………………….. They made her lay on her belly afterwards, her face buried in the smelly mattress. She heard the fizz of a couple of beer cans open, and smelled their cigarette smoke. Sometimes hands would feel her arse or her shoulders, smooth her hair, or reach down into the secret places of her arsehole or her cunt. They talked about cars and football, as if she was of no consequence, not even there. Then it started again. 'Hey I'm hard again, Murdo.' 'Me too, Jonas. Kneel, darling.' And again she had the humiliation of feeling pleasure as she was raped. Murdo was much bigger than his companion, and as he forced his cock into her from behind she felt him stretching and filling her cunt. But there was no pain. She felt his hairy thighs rest on her buttocks and she knew he must be completely embedded, every gross inch of him. Jonas had been fiddling with the camera, which was now on a stand in the corner of the van. It flashed automatically as he approached the kneeling couple. It would flash intermittently through the next ten minutes of her ordeal. Jonas grasped her head roughly, his hands slipping a moment in her fine hair. Then his knob was in her face. 'Open your mouth, Tina.' She kept it closed. There was a swishing sound and a sudden pain across her buttock. She knew immediately that Murdo, fucking her from behind, had whipped her with his leather belt. 'He said open your mouth, little darling.' Another swish and again that pain. She found she did not mind the pain, which was masked by the forbidden pleasure she was feeling in her clit and cunt. But she opened her mouth, and the knob slid between her lips. She could smell and taste herself on it from when it had fucked her. Murdo was taking his time, savouring the moment, fucking her slowly with long thrusts of his cock. She felt she just had to, and she reached under with her right hand and felt for her clit. It was hard, and demanding, and she just had to rub it, and pull it. She could feel the cock going in and out, and found she could touch it too. Murdo groaned in pleasure. The camera flashed. He fucked her harder, faster. Her fingers tore at her clit. She had almost forgotten the cock fucking her mouth. She was coming. She panted. The cock went faster still. She came. Murdo slowed down to his former steady pace. Now she was aware of the cock in her mouth, and found to her shame it had increased her pleasure, especially as Jonas had been feeling her tits, stroking, kneading, caressing. She held his hips as he fucked her in the mouth, her fingers sinking into his flesh. 'I'm gonna cum, Murdo. God she's a good one!' Murdo quickened his pace again, and she felt his thighs crashing into her arse. Her excitement was increasing again. Each thrust from behind her moved her forward, increasing the penetration of the cock into her throat. Suddenly, without warning, her mouth was filled with silky cum. She gagged, swallowed, swallowed again. And she was coming too. She knew Murdo was squirting his cum into her, and she was coming. Filled with cock and cum at both ends she was coming. She grasped Jonas by the hips to support herself, and his cock was deep in her throat, so her nose rested on his belly. One final thrust from Murdo and it was over. 'You got a gift for that, little darling.' 'You shouldn't have.' 'You loved it. Show her the pics, Jonas.' Each photograph was worse that the one before. Her degradation and humiliation was complete. 'Don't even think of telling anyone, darling. If you do, these pics go to everyone in your class.' 'Oh no. Please don't.' ………………………………………….. She had dressed, and the van had roared away leaving her alone in the field again. She knew she would not tell anyone. Perhaps if her body had not let her down she would. But now she could not. And she knew her body, once it had tasted that pleasure, would want more. ……………………………………………… It was Friday evening and Charley McGrath had decided to treat himself to some cybersex: no need to get up in the morning. His Butterfly was tucked up in bed. He'd given her the usual goodnight peck on the cheek, but she had placed her arms round his neck and given him a kiss on the lips. 'I love you Daddy.' They had become closer since his wife had left him, and he had noticed she had been closer still, almost desperate, almost passionate, in the last few days. Missing her Mummy he supposed. Anyway, he had showered, and was sitting in front of his PC in his dressing gown. He logged into his favourite site, a user group. His eyes ran down the postings. There was one from "Rude Dude": these were always good. He opened the Zip file and there were twenty jpgs. The Dude had excelled himself this time. She was very pretty. Though all their faces had been blurred, pixilated, you could see she was very young, with long slender legs, lovely little tits, and long blonde hair. It had started as a rape, that was clear, but she had finished by enjoying it. He worked through the pictures, and could see she had come three times, once when the blonde guy was sucking her, once when the little dark guy was fucking her, and again when she was being spit-roasted. You could see how she was loving that by the way she grasped the guy's hips as he rammed his cock into her mouth. Her fingers sank into his lean flesh as she pulled him onto her. He went back to the images of her being sucked, at the start of the set. You could see the passion in her eyes, and in the way her fingers clutched at his blonde hair, pulling him tight into her crotch. And this one in the middle, when she was being spit-roasted: that little hand was rubbing and tweaking her clit as the cock reamed her in and out. You could see her tiny hand and the cock quite clearly in the same shot. She was so young, just a little fuzz of ash-blonde curls on her mound, and none on her lips. He zoomed in on that image, and something caught his eye. He zoomed in a bit more, and his heart nearly stopped. That bracelet! There couldn't be another like it, surely? He had designed it himself, and the jeweller had hand-made it. He recycled back to the picture of her being fucked , right at the start. As she lay there you could see a gold necklace. He zoomed in. Again! His birthday present. It was his Tina. Was this why she had seemed so loving, so clinging this week? He smiled. He renamed the downloaded file 'Butterfly', encrypted it, and logged out. He let the dressing gown slip from his shoulders and made his way naked, his hard cock leading him, down the corridor to his night of pleasure. FIN